Tag: personal ideology

mmmother is the mmmesiah. You’ve made in time for phase 2 WHORE!!!!

16 December 2018, 8:18am. I woke up approximately 90 minutes ago and I know the fucking perfect song for right now. Oh oh, I do want to emphasise I am AUSTRALIAN. Nationally, patriotically, citizenship and rah rah. This is my home land for I was born here. IDGAF that I do not have any family history

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PART 4: SCrMtn interluke where hey it’s the sea monkeys

15 December 2018, 6:31 am. Motherfucking lets include links and list it. Sunken battleships descending the horizon and don’t forget to breathe. We are not swimming. The story so far. I gave you the song skullcrusher mountain because I’m looking for Sara Layton AND Barney Stinson. I keep fucking losing my placement and shit because

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PART 2 of my skull crushing mountain

15 December 2018, time is 3:20 am. A continuation from the previous post because fuck it, shit gets too long to read. EVEN 1500 WORDS IS TOO MUCH. SO… I tend to just… if I know I’m going to go way over 2000 words, I totally have to break it up. SO. EVERYTHING I AM

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Fair Lane Fords the waters

Tirthankara, creates own way to cross the samsara Don’t you see? We were always meant to be. You belong with me. And I belong with you. You were made for me, and I was made with you. Can you feel the swelling of my heart as it moves the tides of the seas? I am

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The back streets are back open, all right?

I drive a Jeep and I can be pretty patriotic, or patronising, or priapractic. Ugh. Stuff. Andyways. I think we can’t just have this story telling time here. We need to pile on in to my car ass I take us on an off roading mother fucking adventure, just… 80 km per hour over gravel

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Come on, square pusher. I need you.

Look look look. Yeah I’m in a state of total and utter hypomania. Green Day sings to be woken up when September ends, well fuck, as September was ending I was being forced to go back to sleep by the rhythm of the war drums. The Harley Quinn in me retired after her thoat was

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Faint Tracings of Vanity Veins

6:14 am, 3 December 2018. Happiest of solar revolutions to the original sky walker, Luke.  It appears the Jedi and Sith truly now have parted ways… which fucking sucks but I know we are not fictional. We are but the extroverts in our introverted oceanic worlds. So it makes sense that we may be seen as captains of two opposing

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Tomorrow, when the war began.

Turns out that tomorrow is the 18th. Fuck aye, time sure has a way of getting away from you when you’re having fun. Or not having fun, maybe drowning instead. Mother fucking time and perceptions and perspectives and fucking… shit just getting in the way. That’s the whole fucking thing though. That’s life. THAT IS

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